Abe: Honey! Are you sure you want to be Mrs.

Abe: Honey! Are you sure you want to be Mrs. Montgomery Burns?
Wouldn't you rather be Mrs. Abraham J. Simpson?
Jackie: No!
Abe: [gulps] [Burns grins]
Jackie: I don't want to be either!
Abe: Hot ziggety zam! That's good enough for me!
[skips down the aisle with her, arm in arm, and onto the bus to
the retirement home]
[guitar music plays]
Abe: Turn off that racket!
Otto: Yeah, fat chance, Pops.
-- Otto, always the sympathetic one,
"Lady Bouvier's Lover"